sophiekate
The mist swept down from the hills and blanketed the lane in a bed of down feathers. I could no longer see my feet through the wispy tendrils as they intertwined, swirling up my legs and binding with the fabric of my clothes. I found myself rooted to the spot, getting colder as the mist seeped into my body and froze the blood in my veins...
The answer just would not come to me. I sat, staring down at my paper, feeling sweat begin to trickle down my spine and fear pour into my stomach. The more I thought, the further away the answers seemed. I chewed the end of my pen and carefully looked around, my hopes drooping as I saw hundreds of other hands furiously scribbling. As my brain emptied all I could focus on was the scratching of nibs on paper, and the crisp blankness of my own, untouched lines.
The light bulb flickered above me, the fly buzzing around it setting my teeth on edge. Hairs on the back of my neck stood up with every electrical twang; its incessant twitching driving deep into my brain. I fought the urge to stand up and take a swing at it, itching the scratch once and for all.
Manager is a boring word really; it just makes me think of work and that's not the greatest thing to think about after work if you can help it. Luckily, my manager is pretty cool. We have a bit of a laugh every now and again. But he hates it when I'm right!
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